I realized I haven't mentioned this here, or actually to most of you. So, nearly two weeks ago my older sister went into the hospital with pain related to her pregnancy. After a few days of concern and little information save "you're both probably fine," I woke up that weekend to a 3:50 am phone call that she was having an emergency C-section. Both she and my new little nephew are now fine, she is out of the hospital and he is still in care (he was two months early) but is breathing on his own.
I'm not fond of children, but a.) he's my nephew and b.) given all of that I'm incredibly grateful that they're both fine. His name is Thomas Robert Flannery and he's 16 cm, and, last I heard, 3 pounds and 3 ounces. I should be over this enough by next game that I will not show off pictures constantly.
*cough* Right. Carry on. I'll go pretend to be Dominic for a while now.